o the living

k of grief, not the fury an

aya' s things," I said, m

ismissive hand to

oxed up in the spare room. We

n' t lo

were on h

ace the funeral, Al

s flat, devo

s. Alrea

old news, a

o the sp

aped. Labeled "

ffed giraffe pee

ayon d

uced to disca

t leave t

xes, one by one,

artment I' d kept sinc

ed it there. Our secret hide

of defiance. A wa

to the main house to ge

of cooki

rich, un

ooked. Not for

m, Blake Harrison

a plate of osso bu

ne smile I hadn' t seen

oked..